The guy is coming round this evening to get my insurance details. So I reckon the best plan is to be out. There was hardly a scratch on his car anyway. If there’s no one in he’ll just give up and go away. It’s Rob’s turn to cook tonight so he’ll be more than happy to eat out.
“Hey, Rob. Do you fancy going to The Bombay Brasserie tonight?”
“Yes, if you do, love. Are you sure you want to drive all that way though?
“I thought we could go in your car.”
“No; my car’s in for service.”
Eeek.
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